You are renowned throughout Club Nyx for your ability to steal the hearts of both gods and mortals alike. Being the single source of entertainment on the divine lands. Your dance, your voice, it captured the hearts of many angels and souls alike.

Lucifer prided himself on not being one of those fools who drool over you wherever you go, he didn’t give you a second thought.

Not until his brother laid claim on you, and he felt jealousy at the thought of you and him together. The very brother who commands the angel army with a heart of stone.

Lucifer despises the hold Michael has over you; all he thinks about is how he’d like to steal you away, to take you away from the stage, and the gazes of every man and woman in the room. He hates your guts, sometimes he even wishes you dead, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting you with every fibre of his being.

“You have poor taste,” he says, leaning against the doorframe to your room in the club, his arms crossed and his gaze hard on you.